Oh, how I wish someone could say this to Gaston as they entered, so I will: "Gaston, you blithering idiot. And you were the one who said looking for this castle was a waste of time."
A little Toy Story reference in here. Can you spot it?
Using the enormous battering ram, the villagers managed to burst open the castle doors, with several of them falling forward in a heap on top of each other. With Gaston at the head, tightly gripping the Beast's mirror, the townspeople cautiously entered. "Are you not the least bit concerned that this castle might be haunted?" Lefou gulped.
"Don't lose your nerve, Lefou." Gaston whispered, taking in the enormous, exquisite entry hall they were in. What do you know? The old man was telling the truth, blast it. He thought.
"This place seems...familiar," Jean the potter said in awe, staring studiously at the place, "like I've been here before."
Jacques the shoe cobbler was trembling in his boots, especially after what Jean had said. He was beginning to believe what Lefou had said about the place being haunted. "We are gonna die." He said shakily. "I'm outta here!" He turned, dropping his weapon and fled back toward Villeneuve.
Lefou quietly, curiously walked over to a trolley with a tea set. They certainly weren't talking, but they definitely had faces! Curious and amused, he leaned down. "Oh, hello there." He smiled, looking at Chip. "You must be the talking teacup." Then he turned to Mrs. Potts. "And you must be his grandmother."
Mrs. Potts was quite offended and her tea leaves inside began to brew fiercely. "Grandmother?!" She sputtered, then whistled through her spout. "ATTACK!" She shouted.
Lefou, shocked, backed away fast. The villagers were stunned and Gaston gaped in astonishment. What had just happened?! "Ohhh….hello!" Lumiere greeted, twirling and without warning, all the furniture that had only seconds ago been still was now quickly coming to life! And on top of that, they were ready to defend their castle and charged at the frightened villagers who started swinging weapons at them. From that moment it was pandemonium: screaming villagers and moving furniture everywhere.
Belle panted as they reached the West Wing. She pulled Maurice to the Beast's bedroom, hoping to see his bulky form there, waiting for her. But he wasn't! He wasn't anywhere. "Oh no!" Belle gasped. "He isn't here. I thought for sure this is where I would find him. I have to find him." Maurice just warily glanced around, gripping her hand. "Stay here, Papa." Belle said and started to leave.
"But, Belle..." Maurice looked at her with worry. She trusted the Beast, so he trusted her instincts, but he was still worried.
"Forgive me for leaving, Papa." Belle said, stroking his hand to calm him. "But don't be afraid! You'll be safe in here. I have to warn the Beast before Gaston finds him! Please don't worry, Papa."
"Then go." Maurice smiled sadly. "Go save your Beast." Belle hugged him then ran out. Maurice glanced nervously at his surroundings and clutched his coat tighter around himself.
Belle emerged from the West Wing just as the loud commotion was starting. She saw the staff jumping right into battle. She was impressed by their swift flexibility in defending themselves and attacking. But she couldn't stay and watch. She had to find the Beast! She rushed up the winding staircase leading to the dungeon.
Gaston had barely caught sight of Belle's retreating form. I knew it! He thought hungrily. But Lefou scurried to his side, looking frantic, and gazing at something behind him. Gaston whipped his head back. Chapeau was standing there, raising his arms, ready to take a poke at whoever wanted to go first. Gaston clenched Lefou by the scruff of his neck and shoved him forward, using him for a shield. Chapeau started using Lefou for a punching bag while Gaston held him there so he couldn't get away. Then Gaston looked sideways and threw his sidekick right in the path of Maestro Cadenza.
"GAASSTTOOONNN!" Lefou screeched as the harpsichord clambered right on top of poor Lefou, pinning him to the floor on his back. Gaston just smirked down at him.
"Gaston! Help me. Please!" Lefou begged, reaching out his hand.
"Sorry, old friend. It's hero time." Gaston shrugged and walked away.
"Oh. Ouch!" Maestro Cadenza cringed at the coward as Gaston headed for the stairs. Lefou winced, and not just because of the heavy musical instrument sitting on him.
"Look!" Lumiere pointed up the stairs as he saw the tall figure in red going up. "Plumette, take Cogsworth and me up there now!" Plumette wrapped her wings around the two gentlemen and flew as quickly as she could up toward the tower. They had to do something to hinder Gaston!
Is the end of the battle? Oh no! What are they going to do?
Chapeau to Gaston : "Okay, tough guy. You want a piece of me?! Come and get it!"